Today I go to Patrick's wake. A sad day for me, a very sad day ...
He was the very first friend I ever had when I moved here . I was 16 and he was just a scrappy 11 yr old. Our moms were work buddies and were very close .... he made sure I adjusted to the ways here in Jersey.
Oh man, Pat listened to Tupac a lot. He would start spitting rhymes left and right, imitating his idol like there was no tomorrow: from Tupac's swagger, speech, even his infamous "West Side" hand sign.
We lost track of each other when I went to college and he went to high school, me having my own clique and him, his own. We still say hi to each other at family gatherings but the relationship wasnt the same.
Shit man. This sucks, writing all these memories ...
If only he wasnt such a speed demon, if only he didnt rush for time .... damn you Gran Turismo. Damn you Need for Speed. Damn you Fast and the Furious.
I go to Patrick's wake today. 'Tis a sad day, a very sad day.
He was the very first friend I ever had when I moved here . I was 16 and he was just a scrappy 11 yr old. Our moms were work buddies and were very close .... he made sure I adjusted to the ways here in Jersey.
Oh man, Pat listened to Tupac a lot. He would start spitting rhymes left and right, imitating his idol like there was no tomorrow: from Tupac's swagger, speech, even his infamous "West Side" hand sign.
We lost track of each other when I went to college and he went to high school, me having my own clique and him, his own. We still say hi to each other at family gatherings but the relationship wasnt the same.
Shit man. This sucks, writing all these memories ...
If only he wasnt such a speed demon, if only he didnt rush for time .... damn you Gran Turismo. Damn you Need for Speed. Damn you Fast and the Furious.
I go to Patrick's wake today. 'Tis a sad day, a very sad day.